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Enjoy Afterlife-Lite

onearm — Sun, 05 Oct 2008 15:39:06 GMT

'Specially when you're built out of bacon.

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FREE chapbook of bizarre poetry & experimental texts

madverse — Sat, 30 Aug 2008 02:44:54 GMT

Send your name and mailing address to madverse [at] gmail [dot] com for a free copy of 888, my latest chapbook of bizarre poems and experimental texts.

J. D. Nelson
Colorado, USA

words: http://www.MadVerse.com
myspace: http://www.myspace.com/jdnelson
audio experiments: http://www.OwlNoise.com
video art: http://www.youtube.com/user/OWLNOISE

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some known

christian — Sat, 02 Aug 2008 01:39:10 GMT

some know my number of hammers.
others no knot the sum of of my hammer.
those brothers are my bag.
my bag breaks the hammer dumb.

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LuLu Orange Alexander

rendall — Tue, 10 May 2005 23:01:06 GMT

Anyone?

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Quick

appleprong — Sat, 31 May 2008 00:50:43 GMT

Stickyquick.

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the way to Christ is simple

Tue, 25 Sep 2007 07:06:04 GMT

God's Blessings often benefit all people. But many of His promises are only for His own children. If you're not sure that you're a part of God's family, He offers you this invitation. The way to Christ is simple:

1. Admit that you have a need.

For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God;
Romans 3:23

2. Believe that Jesus is God, the Son, who paid the wages of your sin.

For the wages of sin is death [eternal separation from God]; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.
Romans 6:23

3. Call upon God.

That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved.

Romans 10:9

King James Version

The Holy Bible

ISBN 978-1-58660-198-0

Barbour Publishing

www.barbourbooks.com

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...and now, here's Uncle Jim with the Weather!

Lightbringer — Wed, 21 Mar 2007 14:24:39 GMT

Some people say it was because of the drugs, others say it was because
I was dropped on my head when I was a baby. Repeatedly. And as one rumour has it,
on purpose.

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flarf

Dr_Jimmy — Wed, 02 Apr 2008 15:25:08 GMT

http://youtube.com/watch?v=HZI8DsouAK8

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McDonalds, celery, purple 3 and an empire of kerplat

fritts — Mon, 24 Dec 2007 04:14:32 GMT

Lakota Sioux Indian representatives declared sovereign nation status Wednesday in Washington D.C. following Monday’s withdrawal from all previously signed treaties with the United States Government

Lakotafreedom.com

For more than a year and a half prior to this December announcement, Lakota delegates have been meeting with the traditional treaty councils of Lakota to build critical mass for this action.

In the face of the colonial apartheid conditions imposed on Lakota people, the withdrawal from the U.S. Treaties is necessary. These conditions have been devastating:

* Lakota men have a life expectancy of less than 44 years, lowest of any country in the World (excluding AIDS) including Haiti.
* Lakota death rate is the highest in the United States.
* The Lakota infant mortality rate is 300% more than the U.S. Average.
* More than half the Reservation's adults battle addiction and disease.
* The Tuberculosis rate on Lakota reservations is approx 800% higher than the U.S national average.
* Alcoholism affects 8 in 10 families.
* Median income is approximately $2,600 to $3,500 per year.
* 1/3 of the homes lack basic clean water and sewage while 40% lack electricty.
* 60% of housing is infected with potentially fatal black molds.
* DADADADADADADADADADADADADADADADADADADADADADADA.
* 97% of our Lakota people live below the poverty line.
* Unemployment rates on our reservations is 85% or higher.
* Federal Commodity Food Program provides high sugar foods that kill Native people through diabetes and heart disease.
* Teenage suicide rate is 150% higher than the U.S national average for this group.
* Our Lakota language is an Endangered Language, on the verge of extinction.

After 150 years of colonial enforcement, when you back people into a corner there is only one alternative. That alternative is to bring freedom back into existence by taking it back - back to the love of freedom, to our lifeway.
-Canupa Gluha Mani

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StarFish Journal

Robert — Fri, 16 Nov 2007 17:18:28 GMT

just letting people know that the latest issue of The StarFish Journal has gone live as a PDF file, and that the all-new visual gallery is up and running...check it out:

http://starfishpoetry.net/current.htm

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Die down your daily mind in Himalaya!

rhizomelee — Sat, 03 Nov 2007 08:56:55 GMT

Die down your daily mind in Himalaya!

Welcome to Himalaya!

If you want to live as a facilitater of body communication worlshop, you can learn the whole method here.
If you want to become an unique butoh dancer, also you can learn whole creation method here.
If you want to meet your whole self, you can learn how to contact your whole here.

School Guide 2008

One year course: March 17-December 8
Half year course: Available to start flexiblly
Three months course: Available to start flexiblly

●Spring term（Three months course ）: March 17- June 6, 2008

●Summer term（Three months course）: June 16- September 5, 2008

●Autum term（Three months course）: September 15- Decmber 5, 2008

Monday to Friday
AM 10:00 - PM 4:30

Anybody, any age, any sex, any handicaped people; OK!
(But here is the highland of 1800m sea level, on the foot of Himalaya mountains. Regrettably, you can not use wheelchair.)

One year(Three terms): 1300 US$
Half year(Two terms): 1000 US$
One term(Three months): 570 US$

International Subbody Butoh School
(Jogibara, Dharamsala. Himachal Pradesh, India)

Ten　students only (In order of application. Long term student are given priority.)

Send e-mail with your personal information and hope.

to: subbody@hotmail.com

more info.: www.subbody.net

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stop talking to people

brownfountain — Thu, 23 Aug 2007 17:10:43 GMT

communication is a pollutant

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Diary

thorne — Sun, 08 Apr 2007 03:19:33 GMT

Today the Earth was still.

No pots to release into the wild so made do with envy.

Blood vesicles slightly achy today mostly on the left side.

Chowder.

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Dadagram #19

Robert — Thu, 02 Aug 2007 17:04:50 GMT

We're all ghouls here, breathing the gasoline of absence. Hours withdrawn, their energy embedded in the palindromic ago, larger categories left to bake in the sun's relentless glare. One nebula is methamphetamine's chiseled bark. Dull greens and blind machines, the stomach of eternity talking to itself. A neverending parade of strong white teeth passes its only decibel to the divine mystery, and somewhere the value of a dollar takes notice. Drowsy crabs, scissors, an internecine moon parrying and thrusting in stereophonic sound, that's the key to yesterday. Sliced antebellum kissed on its drying innards. Marijuana really needs to learn how to subdue the six faces that have never met before it can even think of rising in the polls.

http://peyoetryhut.blogspot.com

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Foto Phree-Association

strangekat — Mon, 02 Oct 2006 04:12:51 GMT

Simple. See this picture? http://www.janbiro.com/images/Albert_Einstein_--325x378.png

What do you think of? Post a link to a picture of it. Go!

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The Diagnosis

Kaosen — Sun, 06 May 2007 19:05:29 GMT

http://www.hyperdeathbabies.com/index.php?dir=anomaly&comic=74

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coming to a street near you

Shooter-666 — Thu, 07 Jun 2007 06:03:52 GMT

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=3928553709593615824

Once I got a permit for a street fair, closed it off, and did this above video. I never told the people that lived there what was going to happen. Man, they were pissed.

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Post Post Post Modern Dada examples

memeseed — Tue, 16 Jan 2007 20:17:09 GMT

My understanding of the Art History perspectives on Dada may be a tad outdated, but although Dada inspired a great deal of quick growth movements (surrealism, cubism, pop, etc), Dada seemed to expire with Duchamp and Tzarza. What is post dada dada? The Yippies?

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chuck, roast, pork roast, and lamb roast

vivg — Wed, 28 Mar 2007 17:30:48 GMT

http://www.vivg.com/mproast.htm

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wtf?

fritts — Wed, 14 Mar 2007 21:22:44 GMT

We got to the theatre just as the doors were opening. The line breathed a collective sigh, relieved to be getting in out of the night breeze. My friends and I rushed to the ticket window, flashed expired student id cards, and got 4 tickets for the event we’d been talking about for weeks. We got in the line to get in the door and as we looked ahead we saw the advertising banner: Tonight was opening night for the local college theatre group was putting on: Suessical, the Musical.

I’ve long been a fan of Dr. Suess. When I heard that a collection of his books had been turned into a musical, I was excited… When I heard that it was to play in my neighborhood, I was elated!

As we took our seats we noticed an incredibly age-diverse crowd. Toddlers, the elderly and everyone in between came out to see Suess performed in live action on a stage before them… superb actors, puppets, lighting effects, an incredible set and fantastic costumes made the familiar characters of Horton, Yertle and more come vibrantly to life in a psychedelic salute to the books that inspired them.

Intermission came, our crew, due for a smoke break, made our way back to the car. Fearing typical lagging, we took care of business and promptly returned to the theatre to find that we still had more than half of the intermission left. 2 of our party took their seats while Sean and I went in search of the bathroom.

We wandered the halls looking for a few minutes before I spied the familiar blue triangle and generic ‘man’ silhouette on a door. I moved straight for it, worming my way through the crowd, as I slid past him, I sent a manly grunt and head-nod towards Sean, obviously indicating that I had acquired my prey.

Through the hall, 2 other men opened the moved towards the door, both around 20, both looked fairly ‘straight-laced’. I got to the door first, and as I opened it, was glad that it was a large bathroom, not a one-seater. However, whatever joy I felt in knowing I wasn’t holding anyone up from peeing, quickly passed as I took my second step into the room. One of the 2 strangers was behind me, his friend behind him, Sean still back in the hall.

It hit the other guys as soon as it hit me. All three of us knocked our heads backed in unison.

“Ugggg!” I moaned, “Someone was NOT fucking around in here,eh?” I broke the taboo… I spoke to strange men while in a public bathroom… but the preternatural stench was calling for an serious response.

I did it, I crossed the boundry, I talked… I had to.

This came as we were in mid-ritual, each individual picking a toilet quickly and with the normal zero-sound/zero-eye contact which is the unwritten (as far as I know) law of Mens’ Rooms throughout society.

A moment of silence… I thought the odor had brought us together… I thought that such a foul smell would have created a bond between me and these men that put our relationship in the next level… was I wrong?

The silence broke with a snicker; Jackpot!

The other one, moving for the single stall, opened the door and gasped, “awww… someone dropped a deuce in here.”

We all laughed briefly, then returned the silence. I stared straight ahead at the wall as I peed into the urinal. Then, Sean came in.

“WhoA MOLLY!!” he shouted.

Hahahah… laughter from the whole room.

“That’s what I call a Three-Day Release” Sean follows right on the tail of his first joke.

The laughter gets more intense.

He shoots off two or three more, the response getting more and more boisterous each time.

I’m trying to focus so I can control the stream of urine, laughing in near hysterics… and it hits me…

I’m standing around with strangers, huge smile on my face, my cock in hand – jiggling uncontrollably with laughter. It was a new experience to say the least.

I reflected on sexuality...

I think I’ll just be quiet in public bathrooms.

-fritts '07

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The Radioactive Frog Rant

Lightbringer — Fri, 23 Feb 2007 10:54:13 GMT

http://piscestribe.tribe.net/thread/b519c638-d5ed-4ea4-8dac-6b711d33d147
Dada? Probably.
Schizoid? Definitely.

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Let Us Cheer Pinoncelli

Lightbringer — Wed, 21 Feb 2007 05:17:31 GMT

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fountain_%28Duchamp%29

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Art Show in Reno Celebrating Reno's Unlimited potential for Absurdity

Jefe — Fri, 16 Feb 2007 21:38:08 GMT

Dada Motel
''The absurd holds no terror for me''

The Reno Artist's show for Reno's Artists by people who know what Reno is all about; this is the theme. The show will be the last three days of June, climaxing June 30. We have reserved at least ten rooms at the El Cortez Hotel on 2nd st. for morning and afternoon activities, the Historic Trocadero Room downstairs at the El Cortez for evening performances and a Coalition of venues including Abby's Highway Forty, the Reno Jazz Club, Davidsons Distillery and the Dream Center/Studio Fourth at 4th and Valley for all night celebrations of Reno's unlimited potential for absurdity. Rooms at the El Cortez are 149.95 for the week. More venues will be added as demand increases.
All artists are literally independent, and will sign a disorganization and self-responsibility agreement. You can have personal sponsors and handle your own sales but this is a privately funded project. Artists are encouraged to collaborate and even share venues. A map with venues and times will be published. Deadline is June 1st
We need interested artists to get on board. Dancers, fire spinners, Actors, Visual Artists of any type, light artists, heavy artists, little artists, hypotemporary artists, Artists with something to say and artists with nada, Artists with no commercial potential, Architects, Poets, Sculptors, Con Artists and Musicians for performances that you'll say, "I may never get a chance to play a song that goes like this again"; Opaque melodies that would bug most people. Got a "Reno quia absurdum" idea? Let us know. We are seeking Artists with things we can learn and works that haven't been seen before. It is all about art and all about us.
This show will feature functional, old school anarchy at work. Although in common parlance, anarchy may refer to the breakdown of order following the collapse of a state, the term, as used in this application does not imply nihilism, anomie or the total absence of rules, but rather an anti-authoritarian society that is based on the spontaneous order of free individuals in autonomous communities, operating on principles of mutual aid, voluntary association, and direct action. Anarchists are those who believe that all people are imbued with a sort of commonality, or common sense, that would allow for people to, in the absence of the government, come together in agreement to form a functional existence. Morality falls in line with functionality, and its forms differ. Anarchy does not reject ethics, or principles, but rather imposed morality.
''To live outside the law you must be honest.''
So Rise Up, Come Out from under your little rocks, and March!
Contact Us at the dada motel tribe on www.tribe.net, dadamotel@neonartnv.com, our website at www.dadamotelreno.com or any participating artist.

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How to throw a Dada Art show Hugo Ball 1916

Jefe — Fri, 16 Feb 2007 21:32:18 GMT

We have a template
This is as easy as stacking firewood
Dada Motel;
Folk Art for the 21st Century
and our website will be dadamotelreno.com
since dotdisorg was unavailable

From Cabaret Voltaire - Issue 1
- Hugo Ball

When I founded the Cavaret Voltaire, I was sure that there must be a few young people in Switzerland who like me were interested not only in enjoying their independence but also in giving proof of it. I went to Herr Ephraim, the owner of the Meierei, and said, "Herr Ephraim, please let me have your room. I want to start a night-club." Herr Ephraim agreed and gave me the room. And I went to some people I knew and said, "Please give me a picture, or a drawing, or an engraving. I should like to put on an exhibition in my night-club." I went to the friendly Zürich press and said, "Put in some announcements. There is going to be an international cabaret. We shall do great things." And they gave me pictures and they put in my annoucements. So on 5th February we had a cabaret. Mademoiselle Hennings and Mademoiselle Leconte sang French and Danish chansons. Herr Tristan Tzara recited Rumanian poetry. A balalaika orchestra played delightful folk-songs and dances.

I received much support and encouragement from Herr M. Slodki, who designed the poster, and from Herr Hans Arp, who supplied some Picassos, as well as works of his own, and obtained for me pictures by his friends O. van Rees and Artur Segall. Much support also from Messrs. Tristan Tzara, Marcel Janco and Max Oppenheimer, who readily agreed to take part in the cabaret. We organized a Russian evening and, a little later, a French one (works by Apollinaire, Max Jacob, André Salmon, A. Jarry, Laforgue and Rimbaud). On 26th February Richard Huelsenbeck arrived from Berlin and on 30th March we performed some stupendous Negro music (toujours avec la grosse caisse: boum boum boum boum - drabatja mo gere drabatja mo bonooooooooo -). Monsieur Laban was present at the performance and was very enthusiastic. Herr Tristan Tzara was the initiator of a performance by Messrs. Tzara, Huelsenbeck and Janco (the first in Zürich and in the world) of simultaneist verse by Messrs. Henri Barzun and Fernand Divoire, as well as a poème simultané of his own composition, which is reproduced on pages six and seven. The persent booklet is published by us with the support of our friends in France, Italy and Russia. It is intended to present to the Public the activities and interests of the Cabaret Voltaire, which has as its sole purpose to draw attention, across the barriers of war and nationalism, to the few independent spirits who live for other ideals. The next objective of the artists who are assembled here is the publication of a revue internationale. La revue paraîtra à Zurich et portera le nom "Dada" ("Dada"). Dada Dada Dada Dada.

Zürich, 15th May 1916
hide

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New Years Eve Celebration - pdx

the-daflew — Fri, 29 Dec 2006 03:53:24 GMT

You are cordially invited
to the gala celebration
of transitory alchemy that is
: T H R E S H O L D :

Release the past and enter the horizon of a new present this New Year's Eve. Portland's own Black Rock Boutique and Monkey Puzzle combine forces to present two floors of sights and sound where the liminal phase betwixt "then" and "now" hold only opportunity.
Some call it a portal, a catharsis... Where will you find your : T H R E S H O L D :
320 SE 2nd AVE. PDX
DECEMBER 31st, 2006 - JANUARY 1st, 2007 | 9:00PM
black and white gala regalia encouraged
Between here:
Music Population Orchestra - www.myspace.com/thempo
(PDX) delectable desserts and small chamber ensemble electronica

El Papachango - www.elcirco.org
(SF/Ashland) electro, ragga, breaks, and hip-hop, with a spicy Latin flavor

Oscure - www.myspace.com/oscure
(LA) "L.A.'s Breakbeat Titan" and founder of L.A.B.A.

BreakBeatBuddha - www.breakbeatbuddha.com
(UK/SF) devious bass heavy blend of dancehall, glitch hop and drum & bass

DJ Ravicher -
(PDX & Beyond) nomadic monkey breaks

and there:
The Molotov Monkey - (PDX) special live music performance

DJ Global Ruckus - http:www.myspace.com/djglobalruckus
(PDX) trans global groove maniac

DJ Anjali & the Incredible Kid www.anjalieandthekid.com
(PDX) panjabi bhangra /bollywood/asian hiphop and r&b

Cool Hand Luke with special guest Jennifer Folker of Dahlia -
(PDX) an extraordinary NYE treat of original material and stunning vocals
www.myspace.com/dahliapdx

ART CURATION - http://www. burningbush studio.com
Dan Cohen, Burning Bush Studio

YOUR VIDEO INVITATIONS
1) www.dailymotion.com/randomjo...ion-promo
2) youtube.com/watch

Ring in the dawn of the New Year with us upstairs for The Breakfast of NYE Champions
DJ's/dancing/projection/sustenance and libations.

Bring a coat/jacket(adult or child) to be donated to victims of abuse and get entered into a raffle for a lovely surprise.

Tickets and more information: www.monkeypuzzle.us

Purchase Online at www.brownpapertickets.com/event/8738
$12 until noon, Dec. 1st, then
$15 until 3pm, Dec. 31st.
$20 at the door.

Tickets are also available in Portland over the counter at:
Frock - www.frockboutique.com
Metro - portland.citysearch.com/profile/33632571
Le Rouge - portland.citysearch.com/profile/42895970
Chance of Rain Cafe - www.wifipdx.com/spots/Chan...f_Rain_Cafe

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Dadagram #17

Robert — Mon, 18 Dec 2006 20:07:37 GMT

Incantations the backward of forever. Playing energy, units winged bulges line for line. Rotating culprits as a marraige, harmful bacterial isolate adrift in the sun.

Like a calendar: signed anagrams shorn of vanity. Operational lattices, maybe panic, couples as vigilant sifted bathos, agreed procedures overtaken by clinched arpeggios. Dawn a lamp, unfolding caricatures at the very start smashing red traction. Accelerating peripheries to the omen...

http://takingthebrim.blogspot.com

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Audio Tapes wanted

glasshopper — Tue, 07 Nov 2006 20:14:46 GMT

Hey everyone,
I'm working on a project that requires several hundred audio cassette tapes (yes, those clunky objects that held our music in the days before iPods, CDs and .mp3 players).

I know a lot of people have a stash of old tapes in a box in the basement that they've forgotten about. Why not get rid of the tapes and donate 'em to a good cause?! I will recycle the tapes (via true recycling, not downcycling) and use them as part of my upcoming album.

If you or anyone you know is interested, send me an e-mail or visit http://www.myspace.com/glasshopper for more info.

Thanks!
Jess

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hoops

eightysixed — Sat, 21 Oct 2006 00:56:25 GMT

guided by shortcomings of the equine
language twenty million astronomers are
going to devour every portable basketball
hoop on the face of the earth feeling like
a cannibal’s game hit by an rv because
surely a good bugler does not tolerate
heaven

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"How does one achieve eternal bliss? By saying dada." Hugo Ball

☂Skylar — Sat, 15 Jul 2006 14:59:13 GMT

by saying dada

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werdkraft

Ackshawn — Sat, 07 Oct 2006 03:44:23 GMT

desert island: one werd forever, whatsitgonnabepunk?

Me: coconutyoupassme!

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Wordplay (Wortspiel) 말놀이

strangekat — Sat, 16 Sep 2006 19:27:42 GMT

Translation me this: technology + surrealism = fun. Take the following exerpt from a poem and run it through an online translator of your choice (AltaVista has a good one) into a language you don't know. Post the translated version as-is. The next person takes that translation and runs it through their translator into a different language, and so forth. After several such translations, we run it through again back into English and see what we get. Yes?

I would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head

<<From "Variations on the Word Sleep", by Margaret Atwood>>

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develop

StJman — Tue, 19 Sep 2006 20:42:34 GMT

an array text generator that will throw together random URLs. write another script to try to "GET" those urls. see how many return.

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An intern engaging sexual predators reasoned apoplexy stating journey attended featured explore recovery provided cardboard connected razor users haircut declaration adhering halting rivers awards

rendall — Sat, 26 Aug 2006 07:03:37 GMT

http://tribes.tribe.net/monkeypants/thread/be563e0c-b687-4484-a492-d7fc9f530a49#e3f80f93-3ce3-4e31-9a3a-0459eeca0510

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Jean Cocteau ...Dada and Jazz!

confetta — Thu, 10 Aug 2006 17:14:17 GMT

These unusual and excellent recordings feature the French poet, writer, artist and filmmaker Jean Cocteau reading his Dadaist poetry in French over the music of Dan Parrish's excellent jazz ensemble. Both performances "La Toison d'Or (The Golden Fleece) and "Les Voleurs d'Enfants" (The Child Snatchers) are taken from Cocteau's book "Opera." The recordings were made shortly before he made his classic first film, "Le Sang d'un Poete" (The Blood Of A Poet).

LISTEN: http://www.redhotjazz.com/cocteau.html

La Toison D'or
ThÈme: Holidays
(Jean Cocteau / Dan Parrish) 3-12-1929 Paris, France
http://www.redhotjazz.com/Songs/misc/LaToisonDor.ram

Les Voleurs D'enfants
ThÈme: Pouquoi J'ai Regrette)
(Jean Cocteau / Vance Lowry) 3-12-1929 Paris, France
http://www.redhotjazz.com/Songs/misc/LaToisonDor.ram

Jean Cocteau WIKI BIO:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jean_Cocteau

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bathroom art

Shooter-666 — Sat, 29 Jul 2006 07:55:12 GMT

This is something I did in 2001. .. A little Bathroom art in Seattle. It started with a bet that I could not get a tv crew in the men's room at THE BLUE MOON TAVERN

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DBTJL_Qb4o4

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Picabia who knows Nothing Nothing Nothing in "391" (March, 1920)

☂Skylar — Sat, 15 Jul 2006 15:04:26 GMT

dada manifesto
by francis picabia
march 1920

The Cubists want to cover Dada with snow; it may surprise you, but it is so, they want to empty the snow out of their pipe on to Dada.
Are you sure?
Perfectly, the facts speak for themselves from great grotesque mouths. They think that Dada wants to stop them in their hateful trade: selling pictures at a high price.
Art is dearer than sausages, dearer than women, dearer than anything.
Art is as easy to see as God (see Saint-Sulpice).
Art is a pharmaceutical product for idiots.
Tables turn, thanks to the spirits; pictures and other works of art are like strong- box-tables, the spirit is within them and gets more and more inspired as the prices rise in the salerooms.
Comedy, comedy, comedy, comedy, comedy, dear friends.
Dealers do not like painting, they know about the hidden spirit....
Buy reproductions of signed pictures.
Don't be snobbish; having the same picture as your neighbour doesn't make you any less intelligent. No more fly-specks on the walls.
There will be some, all the same, but not quite so many.
"Dada will certainly get more and more hated, for its wire-cutters allow it to cut processions singing " Come Darling ", what a sacrilege!

Cubism represents total famine in ideas.

They cubed primitive paintings, cubed Negro sculptures, cubed violins, cubed guitars, cubed picture magazines, cubed shit and girls' profiles and now they want to cube money!!!

Dada, on the other hand, wants nothing, absolutely nothing, and what it does is to make the public say

"We understand nothing, nothing, nothing ".

"The Dadaists are nothing, nothing, nothing and they will surely succeed in nothing, nothing, nothing."

391, No. 12, Paris, March 1920
Francis Picabia
who knows nothing, nothing, nothing.

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Happy International Dada Month-Day-Saturday, July 15th

☂Skylar — Sat, 15 Jul 2006 14:51:51 GMT

International Dada Month to be Celebrated throughout the Year. These are the dates that remain:
July 15, Aug. 2, Aug. 7, Aug. 16, Aug. 26,
Sept. 18, Sept. 22, Oct. 1, Oct. 17 and Oct. 26
They were randomly chosen through a very elaborate use of a hat and a pair of dice.

See Photo of Mayor "Boog" Highberger in Dada tribe Archive receiving commendation for his announcement

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A Toast in Goat's Milk

Thu, 29 Jun 2006 17:48:50 GMT

To Norway, the country in spite of its neighbours,
in spite of winter they build cities out of snow
light as a frost star on the window

To Norway, the contrary, who welcomes you needy,
but hasn't a moment to spare when you're able to pay

To the artists of Norway, respectably sawing off logs
since Ibsen and Munch sailed south

To the outports, where there's no hiding place
but a secret is safe with a child

To Norwegian rail, so ill-used
when the trains were safe to ride
even with German papers, even with none.

To the girls of Norway, they tie
wishes in their braids, yet don't flinch
at milking a goat to toast a stranger

To the gendarmes of Norway,
to their instinct for when to blink,
to their excellent manners

To this incomparable coast,
to its hidden coves and its caves,
to its prompt tides and its tardy
ice-clogged bays,
to its fish and its contrary ways,
discouraging to conquerors,
open-armed to strangers passing

To the deep cold waters of the north, its long spring days,
to the crusted hands of the fisherman on the oars,
to the Icebreaker Fridtjof Nansen.

-- Kurt Schwitters

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Interesting Dada Novels

Mon, 19 Jun 2006 05:03:35 GMT

While not all Dada, they are all clearly Dada inspired

Tom Phillips "A Humument"
Hugo Ball's "Tenderenda the Fantast"
Neil Jacobson's "The In-System Configuration Handbook: A Designer's Guide to ISC"
Max Ernst's "A Little Girl Dreams of Taking the Veil"
Giorgio de Chirico's "Hebdomeros"

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Invitation to Dada

Tue, 20 Jun 2006 03:42:30 GMT

You are nothing but children
Dada Exhibition
Max Ernst
mechanoplastic drawings anatomic antizymic aerographic antiphonary waterable and republican painting-paintings
No admission charge
Keep your hands in your pockets
Easy exit
a picture under your arm
Beyond painting
the ladies are requested to bring all of their jewels.

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A Collage A Day

Randel — Sun, 18 Jun 2006 18:26:04 GMT

I would like to invite everyone to stop by my collage blog and check out my latest collages at
http://acollageaday.blogspot.com/

Thanks,
r.

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Dada's Boys: Identity and Play in Contemporary Art

bunniculux — Wed, 14 Jun 2006 00:24:16 GMT

EDINBURGH
Dada's Boys: Identity and Play in Contemporary Art
27 May— 16 July 2006
http://www.fruitmarket.co.uk/exhibitions1.html

Knut Åsdam, Matthew Barney, John Bock, Roderick Buchanan, Marcel Duchamp, Angus Fairhurst/Damien Hirst, Keith Farquhar, Douglas Gordon, Martin Kippenberger, Jeff Koons, Sarah Lucas, Man Ray, Paul McCarthy, Lee Miller, Francis Picabia and Richard Prince

Curator’s Talk:
David Hopkins and Fiona Bradley
Tuesday 27 June, 6.30–7.30pm. Free. Booking essential

David Hopkins, Professor of Art History at Glasgow University, acknowledged authority on dada and surrealism and curator of Dada’s Boys, in conversation with Fiona Bradley, Director of The Fruitmarket Gallery.

The Fruitmarket Gallery
45 Market Street, Edinburgh, EH1 1DF
P+ 44 (0) 131 225 2383
F + 44 (0) 131 220 3130

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Art in America - June/July 2006

Sat, 10 Jun 2006 21:24:37 GMT

The most recent issue of Art in America features 5 Dada-related (and a Dada-themed cover). The articles cover Eva Hesse, John Heartfield, Thomas Hirschorn, Duchamp's curating a NY exhibition of Dada in 1953, The Societe Anonyme exhibit and the Dada show that is making its way to MOMA as I type this...

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Anna Bloom

Fri, 09 Jun 2006 17:18:22 GMT

O you, beloved of my twenty-seven senses, I
love your!
You your thee thine, I your, you mine. -- we?
This (by the way) is beside the point.
Who are you, uncounted woman? you are
-- are you? People say you are, -- let
them say it, they don't know how it stands with us.
You wear your head on your feet and walk about
on your hands, on your hands you walk.
Halloo your red dress, sliced in white pleats.
Red I love Anna Bloom, red I love your! -- You
your thee thine, I your, you mine. -- we?
This belongs (by the way) out in the cold.
Red bloom, red Anna Bloom, what do people say?
Prize question: 1. Anna Bloom has a screw loose.
2. Anna Bloom is red.
3. What colour is the screw?
Blue is the colour of your yellow hair.
Red is the thread of your green screw.
You simple girl in simple dress, you dear
green animal. I love your! you your thee thine, I
your, you mine. -- we?
This belongs (by the way) in the ashcan.
Anna Bloom! Anna, a-n-n-a, I trickle your
name. Your name drips like soft tallow.
Do you know it, Anna, do you know already?
You can be read from behind, and you, you
loveliest of all, you are from behind as you are
from the front: "a-n-n-a."
Tallow trickles softly over my back.
Anna Bloom, you trickle beast, I love your!

-- Kurt Schwitters

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DADA LINKS........

confetta — Thu, 01 Jun 2006 04:45:37 GMT

http://www.dadart.com/dadaism/dada/070-dadaism-dada-links.html

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Baroness Elsa Von Freytag-Loringhoven

confetta — Sun, 07 May 2006 04:31:43 GMT

BARONESS ELSA LINKS

Baroness Elsa Von Freytag-Loringhoven:
Theatrical Beginnings
http://www.klausmartens.com/Elsa%20Theatricals.htm

The essay on this web site by Klaus Martens, dated July 2002, contributes to the “ongoing debate focusing on the life and artistic achievements of the ‘Dada Baroness,’ Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven.” The author is an expert on the Canadian author Frederick Philip Grove (Felix Paul Greve), one of Baroness’s former husbands.

Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven
http://www.the-artists.org/ArtistView.cfm?id=A319EA2E%2DD4BF%2DF24F%2DB07BF154D2E42CD3

This page on the-artists.org web site mainly profiles books, works and items pertaining to the Baroness that can be found on web sites like Amazon.com, eBay, etc. It also contains a useful biography of the Baroness by Christopher Lane includes a short history of her life and a selection of her writings and bibliography.

Elsa Von Freytag-Loringhoven: Francis M. Naumann Fine Art Gallery
http://www.francisnaumann.com/ELSA/

The Francis M. Naumann Fine Art Gallery specializes in American Art of the 20th Century, as well as European Art from the Dada and Surrealist periods. The gallery’s web site contains a section of photos, paintings and drawings of the Baroness. It also includes a photo of her sculpture “Portrait of Marcel Duchamp.”

Baroness Elsa Biographical Sketch
http://www.lib.umd.edu/dcr/collections/EvFL-class/bios.htm

MORE:
http://home1.gte.net/zzyzlane/write/essay/baroness.html

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guerrilla art in Kabul

Shooter-666 — Sat, 06 May 2006 12:27:08 GMT

http://rawfire.torche.com/~priapus/Verde.mov

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It's Just Wacky!

Thu, 25 May 2006 21:41:55 GMT

Ask MSNBC...

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/11432752/site/newsweek

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fried oranges with mayonnaise

rendall — Fri, 06 Jan 2006 05:01:58 GMT

That is all. Carry on.

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Mayor "Boog" Highberger of Lawrence, Kansas Declared International Dada Month

☂Skylar — Sun, 07 May 2006 14:08:36 GMT

International Dada Month to be Celebrated throughout the Year. These are the dates that remain:
July 15, Aug. 2, Aug. 7, Aug. 16, Aug. 26,
Sept. 18, Sept. 22, Oct. 1, Oct. 17 and Oct. 26
They were randomly chosen through a very elaborate use of a hat and a pair of dice. Mayor "Boog" e-mailed me to say tht he could see the contradiction with regard to scheduling a Dadist celebration but felt compelled to carry out the plan, regardless of the public's possible failure to appreciate.

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Dada at The National Gallery of Art in DC

Thu, 13 Apr 2006 17:28:21 GMT

Has anyone seen this show yet? I hear it's fantastic. It's going to MOMA next. I'd like to hear some opinions. Worth a special trip cross-country? Any reflections? Deeper appreciation of Arp?

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Wonderful Artist

Mon, 17 Apr 2006 22:27:49 GMT

Feel free to join! Noncaloric but rich.

http://tribes.tribe.net/antonbrzezinski

Long live Dadaism!

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Ye Obit (condensed)

Lightbringer — Sat, 08 Apr 2006 14:17:00 GMT

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anonymous aurignacian poets

eightysixed — Thu, 06 Apr 2006 03:40:54 GMT

anonymous aurignacian poets
DESPERATELY NEED
4 AA batteries
9 blackberries
1 cucumber
13 paper clips
27 dried leviathans
(they don’t shrink from dollars either)
if you’re ready for a donation
listen to your cut hair
and follow the instructions

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Butoh School Photo Journal

rhizomelee — Wed, 05 Apr 2006 15:02:26 GMT

We started Weekly Photo Journal of Subbody Butoh School Himalaya.
FInding the ugliest qualia from the darkness of body, and open it with the best Jo-Ha-Kyu timing, this is the deepest butoh method.
See the miracle of subbody method.

Please visit our site: http://subbody.net/

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guide to the deepest butoh method

rhizomelee — Fri, 24 Mar 2006 19:29:51 GMT

Hi! friends

Subbody Butoh School has started.

I start weekly journal about what I teach at my butoh school on my

website.

Why butoh dance is deep?

How can you connect to the depth of you.

What is Jo-ha-Kyu?

What is Riken?

I teach the deepest subbody butoh method here.

Now You can learn it in the Subbody Butoh School Himalaya India

There is beginner's one month course to Facilitator's three years

course.

If you are interesting in,
please visit the site;

Subbody Butoh Himalaya; www.subbody.net/　

Rhizome Lee

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this is very dada and extremely funny

Thu, 16 Mar 2006 18:58:52 GMT

Below is a copy of a letter that won a competition in UK as complaint letter of the year...have a laugh and read on.
Complaint Letter of the Year. The British do have a way with words.... A real-life customer complaint
letter sent to NTL (to their complaints dept....)

Dear Cretins,
I have been an NTL customer since 9th July 2001, when I signed up for
your 3-in-one deal for cable TV, cable modem, and telephone. During this
three-month period I have encountered inadequacy of service which I had not previously considered possible, as well as ignorance and stupidity of monolithic proportions. Please allow me to provide specific details,so that you can either pursue your professional perogative, and seek to rectify these difficulties - or more likely (I suspect) so that you can
have some entertaining reading material as you while away the working
day smoking B&H and drinking vendor-coffee on the bog in your office:
My initial installation was cancelled without warning, resulting in my
spending an entire Saturday sitting on my fat arse waiting for your
technician to arrive. When he did not arrive, I spent a further 57
minutes listening to your infuriating hold music, and the even more
annoying Scottish robot woman telling me to look at your helpful
website....HOW? I alleviated the boredom by playing with my testicles for a few minutes
- an activity at which you are no-doubt both familiar and highly adept.
The rescheduled installation then took place some two weeks later,
although the technician did forget to bring a number of vital tools -
such as a drill-bit, and his cerebrum. Two weeks later, my cable modem
had still not arrived. After 15 telephone calls over 4 weeks my modem
arrived... six weeks after I had requested it, and begun to pay for it.

I estimate your internet server's downtime is roughly 35%... hours
between about 6pm -midnight, Mon-Fri, and most of the weekend. I am
still waiting for my telephone connection. I have made 9 calls on my
mobile to your no-help line, and have been unhelpfully transferred to a
variety of disinterested individuals, who are it seems also highly
skilled bollock jugglers.
I have been informed that a telephone line is available (and someone
will call me back); that no telephone line is available (and someone
will call me back); that I will be transferred to someone who knows
whether or not a telephone line is available (and then been cut off);
that I will be transferred to someone (and then been redirected to an
answer machine informing me that your office is closed); that I will be
transferred to someone and then been redirected to the irritating
Scottish robot woman...and several other variations on this theme.
Doubtless you are no longer reading this letter, as you have at least a
thousand other dissatisfied customers to ignore, and also another one of
those crucially important testicle-moments to attend to. Frankly I don't
care, it's far more satisfying as a customer to voice my frustration's
in print than to shout them at your unending hold music. Forgive me,
therefore, if I continue.
I thought BT were shit, that they had attained the holy piss-pot of godawful customer relations, that no-one, anywhere, ever, could be more
disinterested, less helpful or more obstructive to delivering service to
their customers. That's why I chose NTL, and because, well, there isn't
anyone else is there? How surprised I therefore was, when I discovered
to my considerable dissatisfaction and disappointment what a useless
shower of bastards you truly are. You are sputum-filled pieces of
distended rectum incompetents of the highest order.
British Telecom - wankers though they are - shine like brilliant beacons
of success, in the filthy puss-filled mire of your seemingly limitless
inadequacy. Suffice to say that I have now given up on my futile and
foolhardy quest to receive any kind of service from you. I suggest that
you cease any potential future attempts to extort payment from me for
the services which you have so pointedly and catastrophically failed to
deliver - any such activity will be greeted initially with hilarity and
disbelief quickly be replaced by derision, and even perhaps bemused
rage. I enclose two small deposits, selected with great care from my
cats litter tray, as an _expression of my utter and complete contempt for
both you and your pointless company. I sincerely hope that they have not
become desiccated during transit - they were satisfyingly moist at the
time of posting, and I would feel considerable disappointment if you did
not experience both their rich aroma and delicate texture. Consider them
the very embodiment of my feelings towards NTL, and its worthless
employees.
Have a nice day - may it be the last in you miserable short life, you
irritatingly incompetent and infuriatingly unhelpful bunch of twats.
John

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My best friends's online interview

Wed, 15 Mar 2006 14:04:34 GMT

www.xan.co.uk/volume_24.php
My best friends's online interview

if you are interested listen to this Audio.

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StJman — Mon, 16 Jan 2006 16:08:47 GMT

Dimsdale?

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News: Artist Arrested for Vandalizing Urinal

AArtVark — Fri, 06 Jan 2006 22:01:35 GMT

Artist Arrested for Vandalizing Urinal
From Associated Press
January 06, 2006 9:46 AM EST
PARIS - A 76-year-old performance artist was arrested after attacking Marcel Duchamp's "Fountain" - a porcelain urinal - with a hammer, police said.

Duchamp's 1917 piece - an ordinary white, porcelain urinal that's been called one of the most influential works of modern art - was slightly chipped in the attack at the Pompidou Center in Paris, the museum said Thursday. It was removed from the exhibit for repair.

The suspect, a Provence resident whose identity was not released, already vandalized the work in 1993 - urinating into the piece when it was on display in Nimes, in southern France, police said.

During questioning, the man claimed his hammer attack on Wednesday was a work of performance art that might have pleased Dada artists. The early 20th-century avant-garde movement was the focus of the exhibit that ends Monday, police said.

A 2004 poll of 500 arts figures ranked "Fountain" as the most influential work of modern art - ahead of Pablo Picasso's "Les Demoiselles d'Avignon," Andy Warhol's screen prints of Marilyn Monroe and "Guernica," Picasso's depiction of war's devastation.

"Fountain" is estimated at $3.6 million.

---

On the Net:

Pompidou Center: http://www.cnac-gp.fr/

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International Dada Month Proclaimed

Hoopes — Mon, 02 Jan 2006 07:18:50 GMT

"WHEREAS: The central message of Dada is the realization that reason and anti-reason, sense and nonsense, design and chance, consciousness and unconsciousness, belong together as necessary parts of a whole; and

"WHEREAS: Dada is a virgin microbe which penetrates with the insistence of air into all those spaces that reason has failed to fill with words and conventions; and

"WHEREAS: zimzim urallala zimzim urallala zimzim zanzibar zimzalla zam..."

A sensible political statement from Kansas, for a change:

Mayor proclaims International Dadaism Month during meeting Tuesday
http://www2.ljworld.com/news/2005/dec/28/nonsense_takes_center_stage_city_honors_art_moveme/?city_local

"Highberger said he wanted to do something to spice up the end-of-the-year meeting that usually is about five minutes worth of bill-paying and otherwise routine tasks. Plus, the mayor — who dabbles as an artist — said he thought there was value in reminding people that 'reason and anti-reason, sense and nonsense, design and chance, consciousness and unconsciousness, belong together as necessary parts of a whole.' In that spirit, instead of choosing a particular month to designate as International Dadaism Month, Highberger chose Feb. 4, March 28, April 1, July 15, Aug. 2, Aug. 7, Aug. 16, Aug. 26, Sept. 18, Sept. 22, Oct. 1, Oct. 17 and Oct. 26. He chose the dates by rolling dice and picking numbers out of a hat."

More on the concept:

http://www2.ljworld.com/news/2005/dec/24/mayor_says_its_time_nonsense/?city_local

The Proclamation:

http://www.lawrenceks.org/web_based_agendas_2005/12-27-05/12-27-05H/dadaism_month_proclamation.html

"How does one achieve eternal bliss? By saying dada. How does one become famous? By saying dada. With a noble gesture and delicate propriety. Till one goes crazy. Till one loses consciousness. How can one get rid of everything that smacks of journalism, worms, everything nice and right, blinkered, moralistic, europeanized, enervated? By saying dada. Dada is the world soul, dada is the pawnshop. Dada is the world's best lily-milk soap. Dada Mr. Rubiner, dada Mr. Korrodi. Dada Mr. Anastasius Lilienstein. In plain language: the hospitality of the Swiss is something to be profoundly appreciated. And in questions of aesthetics the key is quality."
--- Hugo Ball, Dada Manifesto, July 14, 1916

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Hoopes

Amped — Sun, 08 Jan 2006 04:51:33 GMT

man you are everywhere!

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incorect.

dax — Tue, 27 Dec 2005 05:47:06 GMT

incorect.com

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Dada was not/was the LIVING DEAD (an unnatural anthem)

Ackshawn — Fri, 09 Dec 2005 01:13:12 GMT

BRAINS! PLANES! ACTUAL-SIZE DAMES!
screws! hues! i got to find me some shoes
words! firds! can't find me no turds! but alas~!
milkrashidiotensemble
milkrotcandlespionage
milkministerhymiesheherezade

oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo love ooooooooooo clocks
guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu love guuuuuuuuuu the bandit

FLAMES! SHAMES! GIVE ME THOSE HANES!
the news, the goos, not to mention the roos
all wait eagerly for the advertisement, their investment, a pedestalenviroment (fuck you you snivelling compatriot, flufftooyougniromousnincompoop, trust you will deliver the document)

-glasgow rheinhart

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dada is not dead

Tue, 29 Nov 2005 07:37:21 GMT

dada is dead

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dada is dead

Tue, 29 Nov 2005 07:36:46 GMT

dada is not dead

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Dadagram #3

Robert — Wed, 02 Nov 2005 02:35:15 GMT

This kingdom breeds jasmine, and a thousand other things postulated only by crackling noises, the tinkling of broken glass. Empty became play through camels fleetly in amber whorls of hostility smoked. Brimming with beauty, water in the pond a mere fascimilie, less than a pact. Skate through blue paint, a boundary silk respects your peace accompanying love, violins in hand, merciless. Grabbed by the sons of man, rapture slyly attempts to inject enthusiasm beaten grinning that badly. Primal, drunk in the same manneras the cinema of the mind in which fire arose for the first time, the alphabet rang in up the right and center spherical beasts of heaven, secretly a collision between the forces of scrutiny and this many to go. A pretty good giant. The last straw arrested.

http://peyoetryhut.blogspot.com

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Bleep

emiglio — Wed, 26 Oct 2005 09:47:52 GMT

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The Guy Debord Fortune Telling Device

rendall — Tue, 28 Jun 2005 06:25:08 GMT

http://www.onebyonedesign.com/flash/guy/debord.html

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the bird is the word

joeydynamite — Mon, 10 Oct 2005 05:56:44 GMT

I believe this song was originally penned by Breton.

A-well-a everybody's heard about the bird
B-b-b-bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, the bird is the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, well the bird is the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, well the bird is the word
A-well-a bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, well the bird is the word
A-well-a bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a don't you know about the bird?
Well, everybody knows that the bird is the word!
A-well-a bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a...

A-well-a everybody's heard about the bird
Bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a don't you know about the bird?
Well, everybody's talking about the bird!
A-well-a bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird...

Surfin' bird
Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb... [retching noises]... aaah!

Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow

Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Oom-oom-oom-oom-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-oom-oom-oom
Oom-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-a-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, ooma-mow-mow
Papa-oom-oom-oom-oom-ooma-mow-mow
Oom-oom-oom-oom-ooma-mow-mow
Ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, ooma-mow-mow
Well don't you know about the bird?
Well, everybody knows that the bird is the word!
A-well-a bird, bird, b-bird's the word

Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
[repeat to fade]

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The Dada Manifesto

sfslim — Sat, 25 Oct 2003 20:30:14 GMT

To launch a manifesto you have to want: A. B. & C., and fulminate against 1, 2, & 3, and maintain that novelty resembles life in the same way as the latest apparition of a harlot proves the essence of God. His existence had already been proved by the accordion, the landscape and soft words.

Everyone does it [imposes one's A. B. & C.] in the form of a crystal bluff-madonna, or a monetary system, or pharmaceutical preparations, a naked leg being the invitation to an ardent and sterile Spring.

...the love of novelty is a pleasant sort of cross impulsive and vibrant to crucify boredom.

I'm writing this manifesto to show that you can perform contrary actions at the same time, in one single, fresh breath; I am against action; as for continual contradiction, and affirmation too, I am neither for nor against them, and I won't explain myself because I hate common sense.

DADA DOES NOT MEAN ANYTHING

...on the other hand, there are: the new men. Uncouth, galloping, riding astride on hiccups.

Psychoanalyses is a dangerous disease, it deadens man's anti-real inclinations and systematizes the bourgeoisie. There is no ultimate Truth.

I hate slimy objectivity, and harmony, the science that considers that everything is always in order. Carry on children, humanity ... Science says that we are nature's servants: everything is in order, make both love and war. Carry on, children, humanity, nice kind bourgeois and virgin journalists...

I am against systems; the most acceptable system is that of having none on no principle.

Art is a private thing, the artist makes it for himself; a comprehensible work is the product of a journalist...

What we need are strong, straightforward, precise works which will be forever misunderstood. Logic is a complication. Logic is always false.

The Dada Manifesto was written in 1918 by Tristan Tzara, whose group Dada (as well as the Dada Movement) was later abandoned for the Surrealist Movement.

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genius blog alert

Robert — Fri, 12 Aug 2005 18:56:31 GMT

u are not worthy:

http://odalisqued.blogspot.com/

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dada party

malva — Tue, 05 Jul 2005 09:03:29 GMT

Ok, this is it.
My mom and i came up with the idea of having a dada party in our garden in late august/ early september. At first, it seemed to be a great idea. I had just read Alfred Jarry and mom wanted to dress up as king Ubu. So far, so good.
But the big question is: what IS a dada party? We'd like to include art, but since dada is not art... ah!
Any suggestions what a dada party might be?

Best Regards, malva.

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On Breaking: An Open Letter to Organ Futures

flibbertigibit — Wed, 27 Apr 2005 00:53:11 GMT

It's sideways time and my filtration organ sends felicitations to your bank.

Please permit me to lob stains onto your cushions and pinion the trees away from the fire. I trust the garment bag knows you're hear and the game can commence. I refer you to the sun, our cloud. Your reason begets sadness as the horse gallops backwards and all tension unzips the fruitarian dreamworld. The blue insurgent shimmys and up go the bees, in time. All breed people looking for the kelp bulbs.

I can only regret your refusal to be agreeable about signing horsey-do to the argument. All your children are headless and drink the kings coffee in absentia.

Inbetween,
Adlib Argyle

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Forensic flights and other slights.

rendall — Thu, 31 Mar 2005 07:43:36 GMT

For dADa, I take from you:
http://education.guardian.co.uk/higher/research/story/0,9865,1432991,00.html

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No, No, No, No, NO!

Ackshawn — Wed, 09 Mar 2005 03:42:20 GMT

You guys and the others of you have it all wrong, unnotably so. This is not what DADA is or was or forever could be. You're talking about iT like its some glass-dog house to throw stones at, and that just won't do.

The heart of DADA, the very center of it is, quite frankly, strategy, strategy and purpose, actually, and lies: strategy and purpose and lies, though I can tell none of you but my last sentence knows that.

Now then, I expect no other posts but apologies from whereon in.

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Dada wants to play a game...hmmz?

Ackshawn — Fri, 25 Mar 2005 05:07:45 GMT

beginning with the premise, and moving outward from therethen

i cant go first but that would be fine, ok? here wego:

-An iceberg an igloo a frostyfrog in glue-

but that mightnot be right so-now your turn

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Brown-friendly eating

celestial — Thu, 24 Mar 2005 19:29:36 GMT

brownfoods.tribe.net

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technical proficiency

dr-yo — Mon, 07 Feb 2005 01:10:53 GMT

gentle caress of a guisarme
quivering flesh
color temperature of lunar light

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homunculus

Sun, 02 Jan 2005 18:49:21 GMT

homunculus donut.

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how to draw a bunny

Wed, 16 Feb 2005 22:38:23 GMT

just saw this movie the other day, a documentary about the artist ray johnson. Very inspiring, this man was way ahead of his time- fucking brilliant.

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The Case Against Babies...

bobjudd — Fri, 03 Dec 2004 02:37:07 GMT

Greetings neo-dadaists....

I am a newbie to the room and wanted to share one of my favorite works on the "live long and consume" human cancer that has nearly brought extinction to hundreds of thousands of species in the last century -- and now we have about one species wiped off the planet every 15 minutes DIRECTLY due to HUMANITY's activities.... I just love this piece and it is "required reading" for membership to the Church of Euthanasia's Dada cult.

I served in the '96 election as the southwest headquarters of the UNAPAC campaign: Unabomber for President (when Kaczynski was convicted so it was an intentional throw-away vot, but being a resident of the culturally depleted (but GROWING magnificently) Phoenix, AZ. I lived in SF from 83-93 and was an avid member of Queer Nation and Act Up! and I think we actually DID make a change. But NOW -- we need to curb the human disease and I think this is a good start. Simplly making a committment to NOT breed now is not enough -- we need to spread the message!

Love all and enjoy Joy Williams gorgeous tiatribe....

Narsissy

BTW: Here's my sites:

http://onenationundergods.com (Flash animation featured in Miami '03 during Art Basel)
http://thecockettes.org (A forthcoming Cockette Site with some treatments described by Kreemah Ritz--> In Post-Production Now!)
http://www.lydia-lunch.org (Flash animation as Narsissy)
http://subcutaneous.org Personal production site)
http://www.clubscrewball.com (pre-production of the BEST club in L.A. with your host Don Bolles and DJ Prickle tuning your brain on to gleeful hyperdelia) --and the gorgeous Hostess Darcey --> Club Screwball!! more soon so check back!)
http://subcutaneous.tv (Personal site)
http://subcutaneous.org/xero.html
http://naughtyknobs.com (Peter Conley's gorgeous and erotic pewter knobs)
http://kittydiggins.com (LA's Burlesque Queen!)
http://theesecondcouming.com (with writings by Iona Miller and Bobbee Precious)
http://subcutaneous.org/outsiders.html (writings by Iona Miller)
http://subcutaneous.org/edge.html (MORE provocative writings by Iona)
http://genesisp-orridge.com (Art work contributed as Bobbee Precious)

The Case Against Babies

by Joy Williams

Babies, babies, babies. There's a plague of babies. Too many rabbits or elephants or mustangs or swans brings out the myxomatosis, the culling guns, the sterility drugs, the scientific brigade of egg smashers. Other species can 'strain their environments' or 'overrun their range' or clash with their human 'neighbours', but human babies are always welcome at life's banquet. Welcome, Welcome, Welcome--Live Long and Consume! You can't draw the line when it comes to babies because . . . where are you going to draw the line? Consider having none or one and be sure to stop after two the organization Zero Population Growth suggests politely. Can barely hear them what with all the babies squalling. Hundreds of them popping out every minute. Ninety-seven million of them each year. While legions of other biological life forms go extinct (or, in the creepy phrase of ecologists, 'wink out'), human life bustles self-importantly on. Those babies just keep coming! They've gone way beyond being 'God's gift'; they've become entitlements. Everyone's having babies, even women who can't have babies, particularly women who can't have babies--they're the ones who sweep fashionably along the corridors of consumerism with their double-wide strollers, stuffed with twins and triplets. (Women push those things with the effrontery of someone piloting a bulldozer, which strollers uncannily bring to mind.) When you see twins or triplets do you think awahhh or owhoo or that's sort of cool, that's unusual, or do you think that woman dropped a wad on in vitro fertilization, twenty-five, thirty thousand dollars at least . . . ?

The human race hardly needs to be more fertile, but fertility clinics are booming. The new millionaires are the hot-shot fertility doctors who serve anxious gottahavababy women, techno-shamans who have become the most important aspect of the baby process, giving women what they want: BABIES. (It used to be a mystery what women wanted, but no more . . . Nietzsche was right . . . ) Ironically--though it is far from being the only irony in this baby craze--women think of themselves as being successful, personally fulfilled when they have a baby, even if it takes a battery of men in white smocks and lots of hormones and drugs and needles and dishes and mixing and inserting and implanting to make it so. Having a baby means individual completion for a woman. What do boys have to do to be men? Sleep with a woman. Kill something. Yes, killing something, some luckless deer, duck, bear, pretty much anything large-ish in the animal kingdom, or even another man, appropriate in times of war, has ushered many a lad into manhood. But what's a woman to do? She gets to want to have a baby.

While much effort has been expended in Third World countries educating women into a range of options which does not limit their role merely to bearing children, well-off, educated and indulged American women are clamouring for babies, babies, BABIES to complete their status. They've had it all and now they want a baby. And women over thirty-five want them NOW. They're the ones who opt for the aggressive fertility route, they're impatient, they're sick of being laissez-faire about this. Sex seems such a laborious way to go about it. At this point they don't want to endure all that intercourse over and over and maybe get no baby. What a waste of time! And time's awasting. A life with no child would be a life perfecting hedonism a forty-something infertile woman said, now the proud owner of pricey twins. Even women who have the grace to submit to fate can sound wistful. It's not so much that I wish that I had children now, a travel writer said, but that I wish I had had them. I hate to fail at anything. Women are supposed to wish and want and not fail. (Lesbians want to have babies too and when lesbians have babies watch out! They lay names on them like Wolf.)

The eighties were a decade when it was kind of unusual to have a baby. Oh, the lower classes still had them with more or less gusto, but professionals did not. Having a baby was indeed so quaintly rebellious and remarkable that a publishing niche was developed for men writing about babies, their baby, their baby's first year in which every single day was recorded (he slept through the night . . . he didn't sleep through the night . . . ). The writers would marvel over the size of their infant's scrotum; give advice on how to tip the obstetrician (not a case of booze, a clock from Tiffany's is nicer); and bemusedly admit that their baby exhibited intelligent behaviour like rolling over, laughing and showing fascination with the TV screen far earlier than normal children. Aside from the talk about the poopie and the rashes and the cat's psychological decline, these books frequently contained a passage, an overheard bit of Mommy-to-Baby monologue along these lines: I love you so much I don't ever want you to have teeth or stand up or walk or go on dates or get married. I want you to stay right here with me and be my baby . . . Babies are one thing. Human beings are another. We have way too many human beings. Almost everyone knows this.

Adoption was an eighties thing. People flying to Chile, all over the globe, God knows where, returning triumphantly with their BABY. It was difficult, adventurous, expensive and generous. It was trendy then. People were into adopting bunches of babies in all different flavours and colours (Korean, Chinese, part-Indian--part-Indian was very popular; Guatemalan--Guatemalan babies are way cute). Adoption was a fad, just like the Cabbage Patch dolls which fed the fad to tens of thousands of pre-pubescent girl consumers.

Now it is absolutely necessary to digress for a moment and provide an account of this marketing phenomenon. These fatuous-faced soft-sculpture dolls were immensely popular in the eighties. The gimmick was that these dolls were 'born'; you couldn't just buy the damn things--if you wanted one you had to 'adopt' it. Today they are still being born and adopted, although at a slower rate, in Babyland General Hospital, a former medical clinic right on the fast-food and car-dealership strip in the otherwise unexceptional north Georgia town of Cleveland. There are several rooms at Babyland General. One of them is devoted to the premies (all snug in their little gowns, each in its own spiffy incubator) and another is devoted to the cabbage patch itself, a suggestive mound with a fake tree on it from which several times a day comes the announcement CABBAGE IN LABOUR! A few demented moments later, a woman in full nurse regalia appears from a door in the tree holding a brand-new Cabbage Patch Kid by the feet and giving it a little whack on the bottom. All around her in the fertile patch are happy little soft heads among the cabbages. Each one of these things costs $175, and you have to sign papers promising to care for it and treasure it forever. There are some cheesy dolls in boxes that you wouldn't have to adopt, but children don't want those--they want to sign on the line, want the documentation, the papers. The dolls are all supposed to be different but they certainly look identical. They've got tiny ears, big eyes, a pinched rictus of a mouth and lumpy little arms and legs. The colours of the cloth vary for racial verisimilitude, but their expressions are the same. They're glad to be here and they expect everything.

But these are just dolls, of course. The real adopted babies who rode the wave of fashion into many hiply caring homes are children now, an entirely different kettle of fish, and though they may be providing (just as they were supposed to) great joy, they are not darling babies anymore. A baby is not really a child; a baby is a BABY, a cuddleball, representative of virility, wombrismo and humankind's unquenchable wish to outfox Death.

Adoptive parents must feel a little out of it these days, so dreadfully dated in the nineties. Adoption--how foolishly sweet. It's so Benetton, so kind of naive. With adopted babies, you just don't know, it's too much of a crap shoot. Oh, they told you that the father was an English major at Yale and that the mother was a brilliant mathematician and harpsichordist who was just not quite ready to juggle career and child, but what are you going to think when the baby turns into a kid who rather than showing any talent whatsoever is trying to drown the dog and set national parks on fire? Adoptive parents do their best, of course, at least as far as their liberal genes allow; they look into the baby's background, they don't want just any old baby (even going to the dog and cat pound you'd want to pick and choose, right?); they want a pleasant, healthy one, someone who will appreciate the benefits of a nice environment and respond to a nurturing and attentive home. They steer away (I mean, one has to be realistic, one can't save the world) from the crack and smack babies, the physically and mentally handicapped babies, the HIV and foetal-alcoholic syndrome babies.

Genes matter, more and more, and adoption is just too . . . where's the connection? Not a single DNA strand to call your own. Adoption signifies you didn't do everything you could; you were too cheap or shy or lacked the imagination to go the energetic fertility route which, when successful, would come with the assurance that some part of the Baby or Babies would be a continuation of you, or at the very least your companion, loved one, partner, whatever.

I once prevented a waitress from taking away my martini glass which had a tiny bit of martini remaining in it, and she snarled, Oh, the precious liquid, before slamming it back down on the table. It's true that I probably imagined that there was more martini in the glass than there actually was (what on earth could have happened to it all?) but the precious liquid remark brings unpleasantly to mind the reverent regard in which so many people hold themselves. Those eggs, that sperm, oh precious, precious stuff! There was a terrible fright among humankind recently when some scientists suggested that an abundance of synthetic chemicals was causing lower sperm counts in human males--awful, awful, awful--but this proves not to be the case; sperm counts are holding steady and are even on the rise in New York. Los Angeles males don't fare as well (do they drink more water than beer?), nor do the Chinese who, to add insult to insult, are further found to have smaller testicles, a finding which will undoubtedly result in even more wildlife mutilation in the quest for aphrodisiacs. Synthetic chemicals do 'adversely affect' the reproductive capabilities of non-human animals (fish, birds), but this is considered relatively unimportant. It's human sperm that's held in high regard and in this overpopulated age it's become more valuable--good sperm that is, from intelligent, athletic men who don't smoke, drink, do drugs, have Aids or a history of homicide--because this overpopulated age is also the donor age. Donor sperm, donor womb, donor eggs. Think of all the eggs that are lost to menstruation every month. The mind boggles. Those precious, precious eggs, lost. (Many egg donors say they got into the business because they didn't like the idea of their eggs 'going to waste'.) They can be harvested instead and frozen for a rainy day or sold nice and fresh. One woman interviewed in the New York Times early this year has made it something of a career. I'm not going to just sit home and bake cookies for my kids, I can accomplish things, she says. No dreary nine-to-five desk job for her. She was a surrogate mother for one couple, dishing up a single baby; then she donated some eggs to another couple who had a baby; now she's pregnant with twins for yet another couple. I feel like a good soldier, as if God said to me, 'Hey girl, I've done a lot for you and now I want you to do something for Me,' this entrepreneurial breeder says. (It's sort of cute to hear God invoked, sort of for luck, or out of a lingering folksy superstition.) Egg donors are regular Jenny Appleseeds, spreading joy, doing the Lord's work and earning a few bucks all at once as well as attaining an odd sense of empowerment (I've got a bunch of kids out there, damned if I know who they all are . . . ).

One of the most successful calendars of 1996 was Anne Geddes's BABIES. Each month shows the darling little things on cabbage leaves, cupped in a tulip, as little bees in a honeycomb and so on--solemn, bright-eyed babies. They look a little bewildered though, and why shouldn't they? How did they get here? They were probably mixed up in a dish. Donor eggs (vacuumed up carefully through long needles); Daddy's sperm (maybe . . . or maybe just some high-powered NY dude's); gestational carrier; the 'real' mommy waiting anxiously, restlessly on the sidelines (want to get those babies home, start buying them stuff!). Baby's lineage can be a little complicated in this one big worldwebby family. With the help of drugs like Clomid and Perganol there are an awful lot of eggs out there these days-all being harvested by those rich and clever, clever doctors in a 'simple procedure' and nailed with bull's-eye accuracy by a spermatozoon. One then gets to 'choose' among the resulting cell clumps (or the doctor gets to choose, he's the one who knows about these things), and a number of them (for optimum success) are inserted into the womb, sometimes the mother's womb and sometimes not. These fertilized eggs, unsurprisingly, often result in multiple possibilities, which can be decreased by 'selective reduction'. They're not calendar babies yet, they're embryos, and it is at this point, the multiple possibility point, that the mother-to-be often gets a little overly ecstatic, even greedy, thinking ahead perhaps to the day when they're not babies any longer, the day when they'll be able to amuse themselves by themselves like a litter of kittens or something--if there's a bunch of them all at once there'll be no need to go through that harrowing process of finding appropriate playmates for them. She starts to think Nannies probably don't charge that much more for three than for two or heaven knows we've got enough money or we wouldn't have gotten into all this in the first place. And many women at the multiple-possibility point, after having gone through pretty much all the meddling and hubris that biomedical technology has come up with, say demurely, I don't want to play God (I DON'T WANT TO PLAY GOD?) or It would be grotesque to snuff one out to improve the odds for the others or Whatever will be will be.

So triplets happen, and even quads and quints (network television is still interested in quints). And as soon as the multiples, or even the less prestigious single baby, are old enough to toddle into daycare, they're responsibly taught the importance of their one and only Earth, taught the 3Rs--Reduce, Reuse, Recycle. Too many people (which is frequently considered undesirable--gimme my space!) is caused by too many people (it's only logical) but it's mean to blame the babies, you can't blame the babies, they're innocent. Those poor bean counters at the United Nations Population Fund say that at current growth rates, the world will double its population in forty years. Overpopulation poses the greatest threat to all life on earth, but most organizations concerned with this problem don't like to limit their suggestions to the most obvious one--DON'T HAVE A BABY!--because it sounds so negative. Instead, they provide additional, more positive tips for easing the pressures on our reeling environment such as car pooling or tree planting. (A portion of the proceeds from that adorable bestselling BABIES calendar goes to the Arbor Day Foundation for the planting of trees.)

Some would have it that not having a baby is disallowing a human life, horribly inappropriate in this world of rights. Everyone has rights; the unborn have rights; it follows that the unconceived have rights. (Think of all those babies pissed off at the fact that they haven't even been thought of yet.) Women have the right to have babies (we've fought so hard for this), and women who can't have babies have an even bigger right to have them. These rights should be independent of marital or economic status, or age. (Fifty- and sixty-something moms tend to name their babies after the gynaecologist.) The reproduction industry wants fertility treatments to be available to anyone and says that it wouldn't all be so expensive if those recalcitrant insurance companies and government agencies like Medicare and Medicaid weren't so cost-conscious and discriminatory and would just cough up the money. It's not as though you have to take out a permit to have a baby, be licensed or anything. What about the rights of a poor, elderly, feminist cancer patient who is handicapped in some way (her car has one of those stickers . . . ) who wants to assert her right to independent motherhood and feels entitled to both artificial insemination into a gestational 'hostess' and the right to sex selection as a basis for abortion should the foetus turn out to be male when she wants a female? Huh? What about her? Or what about the fifteen-year-old of the near future who kind of wants to have her baby even though it means she'll be stuck with a kid all through high school and won't be able to go out with her friends any more who discovers through the wonders of amniocentesis and DNA analysis that the baby is going to turn out fat, and the fifteen-year-old just can't deal with fat and shouldn't have to . . . ? Out goes the baby with the bathwater.

But these scenarios are involved merely with messy political or ethical issues, the problematical, somewhat gross by-products of technological and marketing advances. Let the philosophers and professional ethicists drone on and let the baby business boom. Let the courts figure it out. Each day brings another more pressing problem. Implanted with their weak-cervixed daughter's eggs and their son-in-law's sperm, women become pregnant with their own grandchildren; frozen embryos are inadvertently thawed; eggs are pirated; eggs are harvested from aborted foetuses; divorced couples battle over the fate of cryopreserved material. 'We have to have better regulation of the genetic product--eggs, sperm and embryos--so we can legally determine who owns what,' a professor of law and medicine at a California university says plaintively. (Physicians tend to oppose more regulation however, claiming that it would 'impede research'.)

While high-tech nations are refining their options eugenically and quibbling litigiously, the inhabitants of low-tech countries are just having babies. The fastest growth in human numbers in all history is going to take place in a single generation, an increase of almost five billion people (all of whom started out as babies). Ninety-seven per cent of the surge is going to take place in developing countries, with Africa alone accounting for thirty-five per cent of it (the poorer the country, the higher the birth rate, that's just the way it is). These babies are begotten in more 'traditional', doubtless less desperate ways, and although they are not considered as fashion statements, they're probably loved just as much as upper-class western babies (or that singular one-per-family Chinese boy baby) and are even considered productive assets when they get a little older and can labour for the common good of their large families by exploiting more and more, scarcer and scarcer resources.

The argument that western countries with their wealth and relatively low birth rate do not fuel the population crisis is, of course, fallacious. France, as national policy, urges its citizens to procreate, giving lots of subsidies and perks to those French who make more French. The US population is growing faster than that of eighteen other industrialized nations and, in terms of energy consumption, when an American couple stops spawning at two babies, it's the same as an average East Indian couple stopping at sixty-six, or an Ethiopian couple drawing the line at one thousand.

Yet we burble along, procreating, and in the process suffocating thousands of other species with our selfishness. We're in a baby glut, yet it's as if we've just discovered babies, or invented them. Reproduction is sexy. Assisted reproduction is cool. The announcement that a movie star is going to have a baby is met with breathless wonder. A BABY! Old men on their third marriage regard their new babies with 'awe' and crow about the 'ultimate experience' of parenting. Bruce Springsteen found 'salvation' with the birth of his son. When in doubt, have a baby. When you've tried it all, champagne, cocaine, try a baby. Pop icons who trudged through a decade of adulation and high living confess upon motherhood, This Baby Saved My Life. Bill Gates, zillionaire founder of Microsoft, is going to have (this is so wonderful) a BABY. News commentators are already speculating: will fatherhood take away his edge, his drive; will it diminish his will to succeed, to succeed, to succeed? National Public Radio recently interviewed other high-powered CEO dads as to that ghastly possibility.

It's as though, all together, in the waning years of this dying century, we collectively opened the Door of our Home and instead of seeing a friend standing there in some sweet spring twilight, someone we had invited over for drinks and dinner and a lovely civilized chat, there was Death, with those creepy little black seeds of his for planting in the garden. And along with Death we got a glimpse of ecological collapse and the coming anarchy of an over-peopled planet. And we all, in denial of this unwelcome vision, decided to slam the door and retreat to our toys and make babies--those heirs, those hopes, those products of our species' selfishness, sentimentality and global death wish.

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I'm looking for my father

MyBodyIsATemple — Fri, 30 Apr 2004 05:20:56 GMT

Have you seen him?

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Monkeys and Donuts

Sun, 02 Jan 2005 18:52:14 GMT

Are these things homunculus? What does the Koran say about shaving them?

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SAVE THE WAITRESSES !

MaryMagnum — Fri, 31 Dec 2004 20:54:37 GMT

Weeks of captivity turned into months. During the day bigfoot (who's been spitting since he was "knee high to a toady frog") foraged for food acting on a tip from a neighbor, went to The Last Day Saloon and ordered the special beagles and lox and the worlds tastiest testicle appetizer.
He was told to sieze all the big boobed waitresses because a zombie will come back if ever they didn't change the color of thier uniform and he did it for world peace and national unity. Remember to shave before going out. Some of us dream only of being astronauts.

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Elect baboon

jolarti — Thu, 04 Nov 2004 15:51:43 GMT

the people had their woohaa washed and inserted a president

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My manifesto

Johnny — Thu, 25 Nov 2004 05:02:55 GMT

I am working on my manifesto

entitled neo-neo da-da
thought it would be a hilarious play on a play......and so forth....

any idears as what major points I should include?

-j

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untitled

Robert — Thu, 04 Nov 2004 23:31:24 GMT

Return of the heat, a marked hermeneutical tendency etched scribblings on his heart and between the glances of the ones he loved most. Repetition upon repetition. Clamped eyes and girders against hunger. He repressed his sudden urge to fly, choosing instead to unburden himslef of all animal, material desires, lighting the wings of modernity with nihilist gasoline.

Sound chiselled away at him, gave away the clues to a future mythology as yet unwritten. A textual overdose lay sprawled in his path, tempted him before abrogating his sovereign right to a shadow. He dropped a lot of soul into that one, divested of clean air and the need to sleep. Organizations collapsed, then trailed after him and swallowed his guilty footsteps, all the while debating if they had done the ethical thing. So, he incessantly gave his keys to the city away to derelicts whom nonetheless carried tremendous semiotic resonances and lungs filled with transgression.

Sour axioms denuded what was left of the right side of his brain, sprayed peace in dayglos on the inside of his eyelids. He teased pigeons, chased transients out into traffic, and the sky rewarded him with clouds of surveillance, distended symphonies that ate away at the essence of his aesthetics until he could wallow in lust and parsimony no longer.

Arrows pointed in the opposite direction, gently exploding the soft tissue of his skull. It was definitely the photgraph of her naked breasts that stayed with him after that sort of treatment, not that he cared much to linger in this sacred space.

Monstruous psychedelic prayers uttered during the darkest hours, escaping across the last stand of disco. Organizing chaos was his forte, his mastery of night, as well as the free expression denied others.

His soul reeked of glue, the blinding gutter of thought. The mountain's for him wore inveterate lids of pure light. Fused grains of sand lined the outer reaches of liminal spearheads, training paradise to bark like a dog.

He stepped off the prophet's beard long enough to realize old, worn phonograph records sang the song of time. Artfully arranged neurons couldn't save him then. The end of temperance called out to the ghost pictured at his desk applying baited breath along his legs. Heretically offering the impossibility of the gift in the face of fascism, paving way for the distinction between man and animal, he decided to grow wings while balmy summer days stole your heart. He did write his heart out, though. You have to admit that.

The morning beat into him, enabling him to kill. His transgressive dream-therpay suited her needs quite well, thank you very much. Combinations of beans, corn, the heights of nationalistic fervor, and steam inverted science. As you are well aware, he was not the madman who rinsed his mouth out with an ocean once. He knew all the right questions by that point. Set those darts up, and repeal the repercussions of lost time. Taking time to ruminate upon this, she parted her legs tantalizingly in public several times a day. Balloons posed for free, of course.

It grew so silent the death of the avant-garde meant nothing, its boundaries taking root in furrows of Utopia. Sometimes it came to him easily, other times it didn't. The natural organic progression of alliances wavered for a few decades, then ate their own off-spring. Green discontinuity swam over the hair on his foot, and spiders reigned supreme for a day.

Techno-gnosis achieved, sad flesh piled into the light.
Rigorous practice adorned the lives lost in the ghetto.
Elemental voices cashed their cheques here once before.
Her voice was crushed beneath the rails ensnared by vibrato.
Light still shone on the massacres carried out as you passed.
Nine versions proferred, nine versions denied by the other.

The intrinsic silence of language acted as a binding shell of responsibility, twice allowed to storm the fery gates of death in all its cinematic grandeur. Several dead philosophers were moved to tears and flapped their wings in intense admiration. Europe still sat forlorn and alone, unable to make way, annihilating one of its final sources of baked flesh in the process. Modes of being long since forgotten were revived in ecstastic anticipation of the batting of his eyelid.

Orgiastic practices would flower once again, subsuming responsibility based on knowledge, as well as the world of work. Someone's veins pulsed in delight, and the rings came back at him finally, spinning furiously through the vagaries of space.

User-driven machines stole her innocence, snatched it surreptitiously while he was distracted by a number of shots ringing out in another dimension. They quickly shut the window in preparation of cascading rites, sacrificial ceremonies, that would light her way on the journey through androgyny.

Wide open cigarettes swung rancor, leapt animalistically through the ephemera of the lyrically nauseous neighbourhood, trying all the while to shed the vile curses placed upon them by stunned lips and teeth.

Repetition was repetition.

* * * * * * * *

http://peyoetryhut.blogspot.com

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have you seen this?

Mon, 08 Nov 2004 00:12:57 GMT

http://www.neodada.net/neodada.htm

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a fish

dr-yo — Sun, 09 Nov 2003 12:09:38 GMT

I'm not your bald Argentinian

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Game

JacquesTreatment — Tue, 05 Oct 2004 07:07:40 GMT

During the last debate, Dubya kept hammering on the term "A Free Iraq" and the things that it will do. We started playing a game tonight, coming up with all sorts of things that a free Iraq will do:

A free Iraq will clip our toenails.
A free Iraq will eat our leftovers.
A free Iraq will harangue our sisters.
A free Iraq will run with scissors.
.
.
.

And so on. Play this game with your friends, let me know some of the ones you guys come up with.

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Father found

jolarti — Fri, 23 Jul 2004 13:57:38 GMT

Wether it's an egg plant or not,
join it here:

http://greatmuseums.tribe.net

it will come back to you a thousand fold.

Murmur.
Lemur.
Museum.

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Neglect

JacquesTreatment — Mon, 13 Sep 2004 21:25:57 GMT

I find it impossible to categorized the feelings left behind like shattered glass tubes on the radio speaker. The people who took my life, took my words, took my ability to take things left, and even then, I haven't really noticed. I just need more callouses.

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Legend of the Now

Robert — Fri, 03 Sep 2004 02:19:12 GMT

Legend of the Now
The scent of her reached Loplop first. Read her lines perfectly...

He watched her time fall to the seasons, then decided suddenly against it. He vowed to desire the smell of forever once she had opened up to him completely, revealed more of the night's wonders. The stars didn't feel much like speaking through the smoke which had formed between the breath of her words, the pallid sonata circumvented each and every time.

Islands were here now, wandering absently around Loplop's master bedroom. Their claws unfurled at a glance, sang light at the question collpsed between her legs.

Her ambition was naked for all to see
Not that she cared much
A walking presence the transgression
allowed to unfold
Presented her Loplop's blatant display of the invisible

The pulse of madness overtook them, threw lines into her beaded purse, to be trawled out later when missing. The space between them grew. They drank a method for acting, but it slipped away mechanically. Florid verse out of the wire glass, beside the reconstructed vestiges of decay clearly visible around her tightly clenched knees. She sank to the wind. Loplop threw his lust directly in her path.

Her passage was seventy times three
Minus a tornado
and the loving grace of God

Came straight for her, swept her mind across the floor
The kiss was an elegy
It made blood flow down her back

Loplop, sensing that the reading was over, hurriedly picked up the deck. Divinity flashed in his eyes as he bowed, alloted the sand a taste, a lapsed performance he found in a secret manuscrpit rescued from the past. His leg glanced by a jutting curve in her scroll powers. He awoke, his blackness bitten through with the timeless riddle the dream kept repeating endlessly to him. Feeling he deserved something for his trouble, he slipped the veil from her soul, taking extra time to savor the piano in her loins. The camera bolted, a flaming presence faltering at the mere thought of the music tracking his heart.

Somehow time did not occur between them
Dropped a name into her decency
glided off the strings in her veins

Loplop felt the stirrings plant themselves into his mouth. Loplop wasted its breath on him now, though. An improvisation involving light, the nuclear bath of a million surrounded the crime, as well as his hope. He swathed himself directly, andleft no directions smeared on the grime. Her perfume came undone, altered his secondary glances toward her irrevocably. Liquid exploitation unhinged the evil that dared dance on the soil required for quick access. Following Loplop's authoritative tone, the lips quivered before making a dash for their finale.

She bridged the beginning, clambered like a wound onto Loplop's lap. The conversation was clearly over, so he piled the holes in her skin into the top drawer, an infinite heat tolerant of the wheel. The tire blew, making a diagonal sound, silence forgetting to pick up the beat. His duty done, she slowly moved her languid gaze over his entire mythology, excoriating his desperate need for communion, a sacred pass.

The millennium melted them, carved defiance and civilized poison into their last attempt. Plasma fell from the nooks and crannies that raced by, robbing them of their shadows. Loplop felt it was now safe to resume ripping at the sun's eyes. She resumed her post guarding the flowers of Eden, the wonders of exclusion.

Metal searched for them on the roof
In the streets the moon tried to sleep
scrawked the legend of now on the sky
The quantum dissected the trellis, slid along her shins. Loplop seized the opportunity and stretched his tears to their breaking point, hoping to abolish dialectics and grand narratives for once and forever. A coin fell from his bitter and fetid psyche, danced along the edges of the carpet of the landing-strip before alighting on the frost of the window. Amusement soaked from her lips, while Loplop busily fingered nothing.

Studying the graceful lines of her shoulders, unencumbered now by Catholic repression, Loplop shot the full load of his naked, tortured torso, then laughed as it disappeared into the television. She, mysteriously enough, cried out from the depths of sleep. An air of nebulous viral dread covered them both. At the count of nine, her river ran dry, emitted phantasms and yellow silk.

http://peyoetryhut.blogspot.com

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Proclamation without Pretention

inga — Wed, 12 Nov 2003 18:05:57 GMT

Art is going to sleep for a new world to be born
"ART"-parrot word-replaced by DADA,
PLESIOSAURUS, or handkerchief

The talent THAT CAN BE LEARNED makes the
poet a druggist TODAY the criticism
of balances no longer challenges with resemblances

Hypertrophic painters hyperaes-
theticized and hypnotized by the hyacinths
of the hypocritical-looking muezzins

CONSOLIDATE THE HARVEST OF EX-
ACT CALCULATIONS

Hypodrome of immortal guarantees: there is
no such thing as importance there is no transparence
or appearance

MUSICIANS SMASH YOUR INSTRUMENTS
BLIND MEN take the stage

THE SYRINGE is only for my understanding. I write because it is
natural exactly the way I piss the way I'm sick

ART NEEDS AN OPERATION

Art is a PRETENSION warmed by the
TIMIDITY of the urinary basin, the hysteria born
in THE STUDIO

We are in search of
the force that is direct pure sober
UNIQUE we are in search of NOTHING
we affirm the VITALITY of every IN-
STANT

the anti-philosophy of spontaneous acrobatics

At this moment I hate the man who whispers
before the intermission-eau de cologne-
sour theatre. THE JOYOUS WIND

If each man says the opposite it is because he is
right

Get ready for the action of the geyser of our blood
-submarine formation of transchromatic aero-
planes, cellular metals numbered in
the flight of images

above the rules of the
and its control

BEAUTIFUL

It is not for the sawed-off imps
who still worship their navel

-tzara

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anything dada going on in london?

dax — Mon, 02 Aug 2004 17:59:10 GMT

anything at all? i'm visiting this week.

wish the likes of throbbing gristle were still around.

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Dada Swatch

heather_z — Fri, 05 Dec 2003 02:15:22 GMT

There's a REALLY cool Swatch called Dada Traces. I have some at my Swatch store (Portland, OR) if you're interested. Give me a call at the store: 503.222.3380 - I can ship you one if you're not in the area.

Cheers,
Heather.

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The discussion thread formerly entitled 'There's No Such Thing'

Fri, 23 Jul 2004 23:03:25 GMT

In case some of you are wondering what happened to the thread (which I started) entitled 'There's No Such Thing', THERE NEVER WAS SUCH A THING - Nor is there now such a thing, nor will there ever be such a thing - If you fools want to continue spouting your trivial inanities in the name of 'Dada', you may do so here or under any of the other topics in this dull and witless excuse for a tribe...

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Jaques Vache

Pandora — Wed, 21 Jul 2004 21:02:46 GMT

"...I shall die when I want to die, and then I shall die with somebody else. To die alone is boring; I should prefer to die with one of my best friends."

The problem (or is it?) is that he did indeed take two friends with him, but without their consent; administering lethal doses of opium to them and himself, without them realizing what was going on. Life as an art object, but doubly, life as meaningless...hmmm....

(who's ready to go?)

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Jean Cocteau ...Dada and Jazz!

bathroom art

Picabia who knows Nothing Nothing Nothing in "391" (March, 1920)

Happy International Dada Month-Day-Saturday, July 15th

A Toast in Goat's Milk

Interesting Dada Novels

Invitation to Dada

A Collage A Day

Dada's Boys: Identity and Play in Contemporary Art

Art in America - June/July 2006

Anna Bloom

DADA LINKS........

Baroness Elsa Von Freytag-Loringhoven

guerrilla art in Kabul

It's Just Wacky!

fried oranges with mayonnaise

Mayor "Boog" Highberger of Lawrence, Kansas Declared International Dada Month

Dada at The National Gallery of Art in DC

Wonderful Artist

Ye Obit (condensed)

anonymous aurignacian poets

Butoh School Photo Journal

guide to the deepest butoh method

this is very dada and extremely funny

My best friends's online interview

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News: Artist Arrested for Vandalizing Urinal

International Dada Month Proclaimed

Hoopes

incorect.

Dada was not/was the LIVING DEAD (an unnatural anthem)

dada is not dead

dada is dead

Dadagram #3

Bleep

The Guy Debord Fortune Telling Device

the bird is the word

The Dada Manifesto

genius blog alert

dada party

On Breaking: An Open Letter to Organ Futures

Forensic flights and other slights.

No, No, No, No, NO!

Dada wants to play a game...hmmz?

Brown-friendly eating

technical proficiency

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